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know, to think that I had a
child. I had it out with my stepmother; and what do you think she told
me?"
"Can't guess; but I'm laying odds that it doesn't surprise me," said Lord
Crosland.
"She said that the fact of my having a son and heir would stand in the
way of my making the marriage she hoped. That the boy was in the
hands of a respectable couple, where I need never hope to find him;
that he would be brought up in the station of life suitable to his mother's
having been the daughter of a Tutor. My word, I did talk about the firm
of Stryke & Wigram!"
"I should think you must have," said Lord Crosland.
"I lost no time, but put the matter in the hands of a crack Private
Inquiry Agency. When they learned what I was doing, I'm hanged if my
stepmother and uncle Bumpkin didn't stop my allowance." He laughed
ruefully. "However, I kept the inquiries going by selling my two horses,
my jewellery, my guns, and my clothes. That's why I'm in these rags.
But no good came of it; the private detective discovered nothing, and
charged me nearly three hundred for discovering it. But the crowning
point of my stepmother's madness came yesterday. We had the proper
business interview on my coming of age; and she and uncle Bumpkin
handed me over six hundred a year, and six thousand ready money.
Then she made me an offer. She would give me ten thousand a year to
enable me to keep up the glory of the Beauleighs, and marry the
millions to increase it, if I would give up searching for the boy, and

consent to his being brought up in his respectable position. I didn't talk
about swindling him out of his rights; for I've come to the conclusion
that it's no good talking of Justice to a woman. They don't understand
what you're driving at--those of the banking classes anyhow. I told her
she could stick to Beauleigh Court, since it would only be a white
elephant to me with my six hundred a year, and go on ruling the
County. But I was going to clear out, and I couldn't help saying that I
hoped her path and mine would never cross again."
"It was deuced little to say," said Lord Crosland.
"Oh, what was the good? She couldn't have understood. She's mad,
mad as a hatter about the glory of the Beauleighs. But it did one good
thing; it made her cast me off for good and all. She'd toiled for the
family: and this was her reward. I might go to the Workhouse my own
way. Now you see, she won't interfere to stop my finding the boy. And
I'm going to find him if I have to spend ten years on it, and every penny
I have. And when I have found him, I'm going to look after him myself,
and keep him with me. I don't suppose I shall find it much in my line.
I'm not fond of children; and I'm not an affectionate person. That sort of
thing is rather dried up in me. But it was little enough I could do for my
wife while she was alive, and now I should like to do the only thing I
can."
"I see," said Lord Crosland.
"Well, you can understand that, though I've agreed to share these rooms
with you for the next few days, I can't make it a permanent arrangement.
I may have to be off anywhere at a moment's notice. On the other hand,
by offering a thumping big reward, as I can do at last, I shall probably
find him at once; and you wouldn't care for rooms with a small child
about."
"Oh, I don't know. I rather like kids," said Lord Crosland. "They're
amusing little beggars often enough."
"Ah, but this one is so small; only two and a half," said Sir Tancred.
"And now I'll write the advertisement."

CHAPTER TWO
THE FINDING OF TINKER
Sir Tancred went to the writing-table, sat down, and began to write. He
wrote slowly, pausing to think, and made many erasures.
"I think the advertisement will make my stepmother squirm. It'll make
the County talk," he said thoughtfully.
"It seems to me you can't help giving the show away," said Lord
Crosland.
There came a knock at the door, and a waiter came in: "Please, Sir
Tancred, there's a lady, leastways a person, wanting to see you."
"To see me?" said Sir Tancred with some surprise. "Who can it be?
Show her up?"
He went on with his writing, and presently the waiter ushered in a tall,
gaunt woman, with a rugged, hard-featured face, dressed in the rustiest
black,